CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ADRIAN’S POV
Adrian Romano did not lose focus easily.
Years of handling billion-dollar negotiations, ruthless investors, and my father’s dangerous world had trained me to remain emotionally detached at all times.
Control and discipline mattered. Feelings did not. Yet somehow, for the second time that week, I found himself distracted because of Lara Finn. Annoying woman.
I sat at the head of the conference table while several executives discussed expansion plans across Europe.
Vincent stood beside the digital screen calmly flipping through presentation slides while the men in suits argued over numbers and projections.
I heard none of it. Because my mind drifted elsewhere again. To Lara inside the elevator yesterday.
Pale face. Weak voice. The way she tried pretend
